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indigestible being
that was the lesson--
you had to leave
they needed to
let you go
even though you thought of youself
as sweet
remember,
you too, were poison.
Each breath I feel the army wanting to
push the barricade
I swallow so much saliva it washes back
the front line back into the sea from which they arose
They are fighters, no matter how hard I
If I were.
If I were weak,
I wouldve given up by now,
Surrendered to drugs, illness, demons, devil.
If I were them,
I would've run.
Surely I'm beyond, understanding now,
I loved you in
the curve of your upper lip;
budding laugh lines;
the edge of your eyes.
I loved you in
the swell of your lower lip
against my own and in
the stories, the pads of
